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The First Man is Honoured
And God said, to the Angels:
“And (remember) when your Lord said to the angels: ‘I am going to create a human (Adam) from sounding clay of altered black smooth mud. So when I have fashioned him and breathed into him (his) soul created by Me, then you fall down prostrate to him.” (Quran 38:71-72)
God honoured the first human, Adam, in countless ways. Allah blew his soul into him, He fashioned him with His own hands and He ordered the Angels to bow down before him.
Eve is Hawwa in Arabic; it comes from the root word hay, meaning living. Eve is also an English variant of the old Hebrew word Havva, also deriving from hay. Adam informed the Angels that Eve was so named because she was made from a part of him and he, Adam, was a living being.
Both Jewish and Christian traditions also maintain that Eve was created from Adam’s rib, although in a literal translation of the Jewish tradition, rib is sometimes referred to as side.
“And God said: ‘O Mankind! Be dutiful to your Lord, Who created you from a single person (Adam) and from Him (Adam) He created his wife (Eve), and from them both He created many men and women.’” (Quran 4:1)
The traditions of Prophet Muhammad relate that Eve was created while Adam was sleeping from his shortest left rib and that, after sometime, she was clothed with flesh. He (Prophet Muhammad) used the story of Eve’s creation from Adam’s rib as a basis for imploring people to be gentle and kind to women. “O Muslims! I advise you to be gentle with women, for they are created from a rib, and the most crooked portion of the rib is its upper part. If you try to straighten it, it will break, and if you leave it, it will remain crooked; so I urge you to take care of the women.” (Saheeh Al-Bukhari)
Dwelling in Paradise
Adam and Eve dwelt in tranquillity in Paradise. This, too, is agreed upon by Islamic, Christian and Jewish traditions. Islam tells us that all of Paradise was theirs to enjoy and God said to Adam, “eat both of you freely with pleasure and delight of things therein as wherever you will...” (Quran 2:35)
God continued his instructions to Adam and Eve by warning them “...come not near this tree or you both will be of the wrongdoers.” (Quran 2:35)
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**Friends , breaking my composition into sections , due lenght restrictions **
Thales :The First Philosopher Scientist :-
Thales visited Egypt to study geometry ,
And also developed his unusual mathematical
ability !
Back in 585 BC he became very famous , -
By accurately predicting an eclipse of the sun !
Those early days of antiquity , had no clear
divisions between science and philosophy !
With philosophy , science , and mathematics , -
all were rolled into one ;
Thales became very renowned for his theorems !
One theorem stated that when you draw a triangle ,
Inside a semi-circle , it always had a right angle !
He was the first to introduce the process of
deduction , -
Deriving mathematical statements from logical
observations !
He was an exceptional man of antiquity ,
Much ahead of his time , - deserving publicity !
ANAXIMANDER (611-546 BC) :
Had introduced the sun-dial into Greece .
His treaties ‘On Nature’ was the first
philosophical work in Greek prose , -
Which the people of Greece had ever known !
For him the ‘arche’ was the ‘Boundless or
the Infinite’;
A space filling animate mass , a kind of
mysterious mixture ,
From which all things arose through
separation ,
Whose true nature he never described , -
Specifically or otherwise , in all his
deliberations !
ANAXIMENES (588-524 BC) :
A pupil of Anaximander - declared it was
air , mist or vapor ,
Which held the key to all reality forever !
From air all things arose through rarefaction
and condensation ;
Rarefied air into fire gets blown !
But when condensed it transformed into , -
Wind , cloud , water , earth and stone !
Man’s soul which is air , holds him together ,
So does the air which envelopes the earth -
sustaining all matter !
Since all changes are produced by motion ,
and motion being eternal ;
Further clarification he felt was not needed ,
and had nothing more to tell !
These Milesians with their innovative philosophy ,
Tried to seek a single explanation for the universe ,
and its multiplicity ! (To be continued with Pythagoras
of Samos next !) -Raj Nandy .
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As I look around me, I see beauty that my eyes have never seen
before….like taking in a majestic view of the Rockies…I never knew that beauty such
as this existed. I feel ever so fortunate to have stumbled across this, surreal,
breathtaking, making my heart skip a beat…air so crisp…no thoughts, only seeing
what’s there….the splendor of it all, hearing nature exist, the striking landscape, the
fresh pine scent, not believing what my eyes are seeing. Wondering how much
longer could something so astonishing last, experiencing this all for the first time, I
soak it in. Delightful, feeling free, I stretch out my arms and just spin around, like a
little girl in a field of flowers….until I hear a sound. A sound that doesn’t belong in
this picture, almost like a flapping sound. I scan the valley, the mountains, the lake,
being so blind by the exquisiteness, I find it hard to find the source of this noise …
this noise that is interrupting my happiness in my moment. Searching and searching
…I find where the sound is deriving from….standing alone in the distance, almost lost
in the surrounding scenery…is one solitary red flag. Flapping in the pine scented
wind, the red flag is dominating, even from a distance. Had it been there all along?
How could I have not seen it? Was I that blinded by my regal surroundings that I
never saw it? Like a stain, the flag is ruining everything, taking away from the
beauty I behold. But this flag is all too familiar. I have walked through a field full of
them, like weeds among flowers, I tried to walk around them, to smell the
flowers….but eventually all the flowers wilted…until I was in a field of flags…crimson
red flags. But this is only one…one flag…will I choose to ignore it in order to be
surrounded by this beauty…or does the flag make it all seem like a dream that
fades away…will I find myself amongst more red flags…until I’m tripping over them
…or will I walk up to the flag and pull it up out of the ground and throw it away…in
order to stay blinded by this beauty….who would have thought…that one red
flag…would play such a important part in my life….one….red…flag….
As emotion's embolism petitions
a mirror sea for endless blue transparency-
through oculat lens flare, an albionic estuary
garden variety of pleasures appears, obligatiry-
in full disclosure, for poetic reason- to be vetted
by replay of open book read cover to cover.
A commercial grade bewitching -
in season- laid bare, to pardon a dare
Vespers of ancient psalm, timeless tale
of the re-awakened takes abionce as a Seer to come.
Where Eden-welcomes, home
to it's Shrangri la- Sangria- wetnursed bosom,
full- of the Mother's milk of Elysium.
In center-folded trappings beside firelight screenings,
beneath the fluttered kiss of frolicked summer heat,
heart mappings deriving
wind aided fireflies serenading,
in the silence of a seraphic breeze.
The heart suggests an accounting
of lost dreams as they vie for clemency
and doth softly cry verdant reprieve.
In the Goliath peer of mountain cleft,
overseeing the caress of foliage
begueathed to the canopy of emerald green,
sun dresses honey bee chaperones,
drunk in lily while
bestowing a still of radiant beam.
Crowning chance adds a touch of dandelion garland,
tendrils of sentiments worn on the sleeve,
becomes the first snows virgin fleece,
onlooking tears of starry night, light bending the knee,
peers through immodest canopy,
altar ego ghosting as
mist soaked silver valley's pheromone stair,
married with the encore of fading light laying polaroid down aware.
Amidst the ruins of a broken dream mending a solar flare of Valkycries,
the fragments speak of romantic math,
mosaic of future memories bellowed love leaves
lanterns of light ascending over calm seize.
Her Emissaries of the wind caressing her foliage with
the palms and
apothecaries drawn from a crystal song.
A symphony of nature's tender wails,
creates the plumlines of this Great Hall.
But in the quietude of night's soft glow,
Hope blooms like a rose in spring,
A promise of renewal, a whispered vow, places it all.
In a world where shadows dance in preservation ritual
of first snow's pose of
virgin purity. kept chaste as pasts echo of prose.
Celebrating the Adventure of Advent
Universal elegy grieves and yet embraces shifts of paradigm
New beginnings consciousness initiates comprehends and thus proceeds from
Illusion’s delusion collusions misconceptions in the irritating
Vortex whirlpool immanent void of false containment
Enlightenment modern postmodern retro visionary futuristic aspirations
Resound in dialectical rebirth rejuvenation germinate constructive
Sense meaning reflect serenity’s tentative confidence that the
Agony of climate change greed warfare ignorance destructive apathy
Liberates fusion confusion necessitates Aquarian communication of
Antagonism’s polar opposites contradictions complements
Cycles spheres of influence of grave repression gravitate
Revolve resolve with pushing pulling moons in metaphorical
Orbital mental psychological initiation shape incidences
Synchronicities collateral communal reason feeling responsibility
Transformation of the global madness inhumanity conjoins
Idealism and the darker side’s fallacies of fabrication
Conspiracy of muted spirit silence violation fade away transform to novel script
Communication courses discourses concur in co-operation
Obvious obscurity in the blip of human race’s evolution delimits
Limitations iron cages hopes for new time place of reason beyond
Laissez-faire and hippie psychedelic stream of consciousness afar from
Anarchy self-righteous slavery rebellion mindlessness
Big oppressive bangs big brother’s obliterating over-information with
Onslaught of technology fail and falter when simplicity and esoteric
Rationale comprise enhance encompass the necessary world view shifts
Ascent and ever changing climax revitalizes humanness thus gifts
Truth deriving comprehension from ‘objective’ communal subjectivity with
Intuition insight inclination outside from the rigid boxed conformity
Order may be found again in the chaos of our time of misrepresented bedlam
New Age Aquarius delivers acts upon fresh constellation contemplates the Universe
Kai Michael Neumann
07th June 2016
"All men and woman created by you know, you know the thing"
You know... the thing from which it actually states "all men are created equal."
You know... the thing from which "we hold these truths to be self-evident."
You know... the thing from which "that they are endowed by their Creator."
You know... the thing for which blood was shed and we died for "with
certain unalienable rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness."
You know.. the thing where it says "That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed."
And you know... where the thing also says "That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government"
You know... the thing... the thing.
The thing that established what you swore an oath to defend... the thing.
The thing for which oceans bled red on foreign shores to remove flags of red like fascism, communism, and imperialism... the thing.
The thing called blood, that soaked dirt so through and through, that it created mud that stained our sons and daughters so deep that it penetrated their mind and soul with PTSD... the thing.
The thing...
Yes, that thing...
That thing we call God
That thing we call Country
That thing we call Family
That thing we call FREEDOM
Yes, that thing.
That thing we take so much for granted.
That thing that we should hold so dear, that for which we would die.
That thing that we should love so much, that we would send our sons and daughter to die to defend.
Yes! That thing.
That thing that pisses us off, that you would elect a person who would simply call it "the thing," you know... "the thing."
Yes! That thing... that thing, Americans care about.
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JOE BIDEN FLUBS DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE AND GETS BELLIGERENT: ‘YOU KNOW THE THING!’ 3/2/2020
Poem by Martin Braun, 3/4/2020
I had a friend who was to me
the very best a friend can be,
so loyal, warm and humorous,
a Cornish Celt to truly trust.
I see him now with smiling face,
so strong and fit to win the race,
the problems in our working days
diminished by his winning ways.
An educator, kind and caring,
valued knowledge always sharing
with all his students, most who knew
here was a teacher fair and true.
His talent was to harmonize
some fun and knowledge in their eyes,
humanity and Science combined
within his teaching, firm but kind.
And to his colleagues straight and true,
courageously expressed his view.
his pride of birth-right without rant
or bigoted degrading cant
Accepted without prejudice
what lesser men turn into vice.
so many warmed towards this man,
enchanted by the charm he span
And partnered by his loving wife
he welcomed friends into his life.
their table had the best of fare
for this man had a talent rare,
His cooking skills so finely honed
that many a chef could be dethroned
so proud my wife and I would be
when welcomed to their sanctuary.
Through working days a course we ran
deriving strength to carry on,
his wise words guided me to see
the best time when we both broke free
Work routine however worthy
never matching freedom’s journey,
Both found ourselves two new careers
though did not have close friendships cheer.
Then circumstances and neglect
reduced our contact and respect
and though we met from time to time
our friendship suffered a decline
I never thought the steps of time
approaching swiftly from behind
would overtake him in life’s race
and sickness claimed such strength and grace.
I'm one of many, this I know,
and not alone to miss him so,
but I've no faith to ease the strife
with promises of afterlife.
Of him past memories all that’s left
now I am of my friend bereft
with life a sadder, bleaker place
never again to see his face.
Many have gone
Family, friends, sacred and godly
Leaving moments as mates
Inspiring and motivating
Placing life before the eyes
Far from imaginations and dreams
Memories allow to relive the life
Past turns into present
Pleasant or pesky; good or bad
They are an experience,
A bunch of events and encounters
More of a realization
During a bout of severe adversity
I recalled my late father’s skills
Deriving the combating courage
During the exciting spell I found
Memories are not mere mental spurs
They are concrete recitals of the self
I admire the nature for bestowing
The power to preserve the past
An attribute that grants continuity
An association to the gone
Rejuvenating the hearts and souls
With wonders, smiles and grief
Life is palpable, candid and real
The moments are never dead
Past does not dissolve the personhood
We are a symphony of eternal notes
Old songs remain inside the heart
Mystifying melodies resonate at times
F
EarthSoul has not evolved
randomly collecting objects,
like oil producing fields
and all-consuming
deductive dominated
academic LeftBrain feasting infrastructure,
But EarthSoul revolves
within a communion of planning
and doing cooperative projects
with WinWin empowering projections.
EarthSoul mentors praying
and acting
communal subjects,
producers and consumers,
speakers and listeners,
teachers and learners
studying poly-paradigms for health empowerment,
thinking multicultural regimes and teams,
deriving new ego-eco balancing cultures,
re-inventing Left-Right
polypathic societies,
GoldenGreen polyphonic heart-beaters,
polynomial red and blue-blooded creolizing lung breathers,
Soul singers,
Nature's spirit dancers,
Sublime co-designers,
Superb mutual choreographers,
Synergetic WinWin lovers.
EarthSoul revolving liberties of gliding hawks,
evolving night comforts
of a bee
humming in resonant nest
honeyed communion
dreamscape rest.
Empathic identities plan
actively hope and pray for
communally co-embodied environments,
nested co-invested infrastructures
resiliently caring for
with
each generation's next resonantly imagined crop
of well-designed petitioners,
celebrators
voters
praisers
more than lamenters.
Praised lamentations
Razed infrastructures
Threatening paradise promises
Persistently annoying resonance.
TragediComedy
dichotomy
dipolar co-gravitation;
where and when and why
we could and should and would
dip our dic
depends entirely
on how we WinWin choose
to define and redefine this nondual dic,
and maybe His/Her Prime Relational dip.
An EarthSoul
without a wealthy sense of humor
could not serve health omnipotently,
omnipresently
omnisciently polypathic.
EarthSoul has not evolved
randomly collecting objects,
Yet continues to revolve
this communion of sacred subjects.
Written: September 23, 2023
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In the denizens of the grey-haired.
Suppleness lingers, yet love is not shared
Around a suitable quantum of melodrama
A tangle of tales, deriving roads to nirvana
Their quest looks to boost their path of life.
As the action is close up, the picture is strife.
Gambling on the outcome of one's own sake.
If nothing less than how we die well is at stake.
With delicacy, sophistication, and merriment.
Days delve into the inner lives of residents.
In the midst of dementia, remain confident,
Despite setbacks, spirits remain resplendent.
In this mansion, where time looms still,
They decry solace and a sense of goodwill.
Their tales unfold, akin to pages of a book,
Each chapter reveals a disparate look.
The day of insight into what is dear to them.
Adds a raw vibe of vitality and spirit to the stem.
They reclaim their identity and their voice.
A record of all daily lessons was a neat choice.
They share their stories, laughter, and tears,
And in doing so, they conquer their fears.
The day that delves into the inner lives,
Links them all, akin to a tapestry of ties.
Each character, a thread in the grand design,
Weaving together a tapestry is so fine.
Their lives intertwined, their stories entwined,
Making something truly special and kind.
And when the sun goes down on another day.
They were changed irrevocably, in spirit sway.
Since this is the place where love may be found.
The day that they dive into their private ground.
The query of their ultimate fate is at stake here.
In a team, they don't groan as they tackle their fear.
They handle the unknown with finesse and care.
They've grown in size and inane in their square.